Today is Saturday, October 30, 2010
I am by nature a quiet, neat, and organized person. I like to have a place for everything and everything in its place. After I use something I put it back where I got it from. I close cabinet doors and drawers, hang towels neatly on the towel rods; my closet is organized as is my dresser, everything hanging straight or folded and neatly placed on shelves or in drawers, shoes and purses all in rows.
Even the kitchen is under control. The dishes organized in one cabinet, glasses in another, pots and pans in their place; the drawers each have assigned items, the towel drawer, utensils and silverware drawers, and my junk drawer is clean and uncluttered.
The linen closet is a study of symmetry, everything lined up and in stacks. Each shelf has its own related items with no overlapping of towels and sheets and tablecloths. There is a miscellaneous shelf that is a hodge-podge of stuff but of course it is neat.
All this brings me to the problem of my goffice. This room is an extra bedroom that is occasionally used for guests but it is daily used as my office, that’s why I call it the goffice. When it was only a guest room it was like the rest of my place, you know, neat. But since it has become an office there has been an invasion of some sort of messy creatures. Not only are these invisible creatures messy but they leave behind a scentless toxic gas that renders me unable to straighten up or clean in here. Therefore, papers pile up, books scattered on the desk and sofa and floor, pens and pencils are everywhere on the desk except in the pencil cup or drawer. I think discussing the state of the desk drawers is pointless as would be a discussion of the bookcases and closet. The general condition of this room is awful.
This is very strange because my desk at work is very–yes, neat–even when I am working. The papers are in straight piles and the pens and markers are in the cup where they belong, the notebooks lined up, and the calculator and stapler are in their places. The desk and workspace are, well–neat.
I think I may have to keep the goffice door closed so visitors won’t see that I am losing my neatness edge but also because I am afraid these nasty creatures will lay siege to other rooms. Sometimes I think the toxic gases are moving down the hall and rendering me unconscious to little messes here and there.
Someday I may need to get professional help. Don’t know who to call though. Merry Maids or GhostBusters? Maybe the Busty Ghost Maids?